Chapter 9 Miranda
The man turns around and I am looking straight into the face of that jerk that took my parking space yesterday afternoon. Although I, momentarily, get that lovely itchy feeling in my crotch, I ignore this arousing feeling. It doesn’t take me any effort, since the rushing adrenaline makes the outrage surge through me. My anger rises further when I notice him watching me (yes of course, I see his eyes rushing down and how keen he glares at my breasts). Now you see what a jerk he is! Instead, he should help me get my suitcase in the luggage rack.
Now I turn to Jessica. I love it that she is so tall. Without any difficulty, she lifts my suitcase and puts it into the overhead bin. Giggling, she starts to congratulate me with my seat. I quickly burst her bubble and whisper to
